The day I left for Edinburgh, Reese walked with me to the platform, rolling my suitcase alongside.
The station announcement droned, paging all passengers to board immediately, but I clung tight to his hand. All the courage I'd mustered when I signed that contract had melted into nothing but gut-wrenching reluctance to leave.
"Text me the second you get there," he said.
I nodded. Once I climbed onto the train, I snapped a photo of him through the window.
My screen lit up seconds later:
Reese: I see you.
He lifted his own phone, grinning and waving at me. Finally, a smile tugged at my own lips too.
The first week was a total whirlwind. There were new coworkers to meet, a new work station to settle into, and an entire cabinet full of vintage garments that needed to be cataloged. When
